by T. W. Fuller

Created on: February 07, 2009

You stare across at the empty space where your wife once slept,

Just a few weeks ago,

Wondering how she found out about the other woman you kept,

It was a heavy blow.

You'd been so careful, you'd taken every step, to make sure

That she would never know;

The night she found you cradled in her arms is still a blur,

You told her not to go.

But she had had enough, cause she'd been through it all before,

This time she told you, "No!"

She said she didn't want you bothering her anymore,

Or stealing all her dough.

You still wish you were waking up next to the one you love,

And knowing it's not so,

Instead it's the empty space shone from the moonlight above

That makes your hunger grow,

For the wife that left you after all the years she'd been true,

The love she did bestow.

Only now you accept what deep down you already knew,

Her love made your blood flow,

And all the women you lusted after behind her back,

It was all done for show,

It was done to make excuses for the courage you lack,

Cause you know you're so low,

And that's why it's only empty space that you kick and shove,

And the fit that you throw,

Compares nothing to waking up next to the one you love.

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